A Little About Love

I love that it takes a lifetime to get to know someone. That you can be transparent and enjoy sharing everything and still hear a brand new story, an old tidbit, or little secret even after sharing so much time together.

Love is the ultimate funny thing. It’s the most simple and the most complicated thing. And, of course, like anything worth anything, it is both desired and feared. It screws you up and settles you down and makes babies happen and makes pain hurt. It’s the root of everything—addicting, warm, odd, silly, understood, understanding, forgiving, fun, easy, overwhelming, fulfilling… It makes you crazy and protective and jealous and worried and hopeful and hopeless. It can make you hate loneliness or want to be alone. It makes you love new things, or mundane things, and daydreaming and listening. Great things can never be taken away—first kisses, the exhilaration of that person’s arms around you, their hands on your shoulders, their breath on your skin, the sound of their voice and look in their eye as you admire each other, what they look like laughing, that night you spent talking and flirting instead of sleeping.

You can always bring these things back. You can bring them front and center. And it feels like a hot tub. Without the water bill.

Giving your life to someone is far less binding than one would imagine. Love is no longer a blur, a search, a series of guilt, or like renting an apartment. Your investment goes into something that contains the story of you. You still get to be you. You still should be you. You are what makes you attractive. Finding a great love doesn’t change your memories. You still get those. Wherever you’re at, it’s so good to remember those memories that are only yours.